Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best
Take the exit, the nearest left
Never gotta wonder you're right, i left
That's another topic, we should start a project
That left ya without hope
Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke
For us to find our way
Got nothing left to say
So with your mind left exploded
I'm back on my sixty six six shit
I'm still confused about why you left
Bout time i got my respect
Your father left you for another
We fuckin' it up this summer
Promises that had us left assured
Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look
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